Sunday, 9 August 2015

cowpats! 9th August 2015

what are you like at football?........ rubbish.... what about cricket?....... even more rubbish, leaves me totally stumped!....... but what about rugby?..... shocking!.. and scrums, what are they all about?!........ ok, how about hockey?.......
scarey!....... pucks and sticks, pucks and sticks, sounds like
Shakespeare gone weird......... and far from jolly!......... ok, basketball?........ tend to bounce around with my arms in the air saying "to me, to me!" and little else....... American football?.......
what! you must be joking.... anything called affectionately 'grid-iron'
has to be eyed with suspicion.... run away!!........ Aussie Rules then..........
rules? what rules? actually, once upon a younger time I wasn't too bad
at this, but am not 'once upon a younger time' anymore........... hmm, well then perhaps baseball?......... what! what!... awful!... am sure there actually isn't a ball at all because you can never see it!.......... then surely softball?........ hopeless...... can you make the ball even softer?........... ok, ok, what about athletics, there's loads of choice there......... javelin?......... my aim is truthfully untrue and I'm more like to stab someone or myself!........ shot-put?..........
if throwing under a metre counts then maybe... or not, throwing a
cannonball?... could I use an actual cannon?......... discus?......... dizzy, dizzy, dizzying, no, no, no.......... running?.... everyone can run, how about that?....... not me, I don't run, if I was meant to run I'd have been born a cheetah, and I'm not..... can I walk in it?....... yes, there is racewalking, so that?........ race?... me?..... doesn't that make your bum look weird?.......... so marathons are out of the question then?......... /cue uncontrollable laughter/.......... hurdles?........... can I have a ladder?... no?....... ok, then, no....... high jump?....... are you being tallist?!... just because I have long legs everyone thinks I can jump high!......... long jump?........ that's just playing in sandpits isn't it?......... ok, ok, here we go, how about hop-skip-and-jump?........
well, I can hop, and skip a bit anyway, and even jump, but putting them
altogether I think I'd forget where all my limbs are........... got it! got it!..... cowpat-tossing!......... now you're talking, oh yes, I could do that....... oh, hang on a minute, do I have to touch them?.......

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Welcome to me, meonomous, and to my home here at “my life as a piece of string” and assorted other bits and bobs…….. here we go……..

I write a daily blog entitled “My life as a
piece of string”about whatever unedited stuff falls out of my head that
day available here, at Wordpress and Blogger.

I have occasional poems at another site entitled “Affirmations of another kind” found on Blogger and on Wordpress.

At the ku’lery forge I hammer out short verse
sometimes called haiku can be discovered at the “Notahaiku” pages , my
very own forge for hammering haiku into shape. This is found on
Wordpress.

Themed photographic collections are at “Through a lens darkly” also found lurking on Wordpress.

A plethora of sounds I’ve recorded can be heard at “Sifting Sounds” on Wordpress.

Finally being a gull enthusiast I have gull
photography at my “Gullery Gallery” alongside other assorted photo work
I do to be found on Flickr.

(Links to these pages are here in my profile……..)

Of unknown renown I’m a photographer, photojournalist, writer, blogger, poet (‘ish), graphic designer, otterologist, soundonomist, tea addict, coffee connoisseur (!),
experimental gentleman, cork-collector, anthropologist, birder,
naturalist, music addict, progger, dreamer of electric sheep……… often
found listening to the shipping forecast with a fresh pot of tea or
cafetiere of coffee, pen in hand, camera close by, an eye on the world
trying to keep up……. or not…..

My one-time delusions of being a rock star/ guitar impresario are now
filled with attempting to be a poet, photographer and wordsmith. I’ve
had long and probably wayward ‘career’ as an ecologist and
naturalist, gardener, environmentalist, anthropologist and a few other
unremarkable things, some of which I still practice and all of which
have lead me here to the here and now.

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